As soon as we're alone, my stepmom's hands begin to roam. She gently massages my shoulders, then works her way down to my chest. Her touch is incredibly soft and soothing, sending tingles down my spine. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. Suddenly, she's kneeling behind me, her warm breath on the back of my neck. She slowly presses her hands into my scalp, massaging my hair. It feels like a dream - a mix of comfort and arousal that I never want to wake up from. Her hands move faster, her breaths hotter against my skin. I feel her fingers digging into my scalp, and it's just as stimulating as it is painful. But I don't want her to stop. Not even when she starts kissing and nibbling on my earlobe. This is my personal space.
